KC

November 25, 2010
I thought about posting something Thanksgiving-ish but that will have to wait for my other blog. Today's post belongs to my kitty, KC. She doesn't live with me anymore, well rather I don't live with her anymore. I'm pretty sure she never recovered when "her girl," as my mom says moved away.

I got KC the summer we moved into our house. Her mom belonged to the previous home owners and one day she wandered back "home" pregnant. She had a litter of kittens in our basement window sill under our deck. We watched the whole birthing process from the comfort of our recliners and as gross as it may sound, it was actually amazing to watch. Then we got to watch those stray kittens grow up, playing and batting at the window, meowing, and trying to climb out of there. We'd sneak them in through the window to play with them. KC was one of two kittens who never found a home so my parents said I could keep her. She was so shy and sweet with the loudest purr. She slept at the foot of my bed. I taught her how to fetch a ball. She'd bring me tokens of her love... live mice and dump them in my window sill where they'd, terrified beyond belief, try to escape by climbing the screen. I'll spare you the details of what happened to them next but it was gross to listen to. She loved to be brushed, had the softest fur, and a cold, wet nose that was always ready to greet me when I got home.

KC isn't going to be around too much longer... she's almost 18 and my parents are getting new carpet for Christmas with no kitty dander in it if you catch my drift.

So today I said goodbye to one sweet, special friend.